The muddy coated boy, whose winter fluff is just beginning to shed away and reveal proper color, stands for awhile engaged in his seeking of an answer to the problem of loose sticks.   Of course, with the numbers currently milling about in response to Kisamoa's summons, even a young and unremarkable colt is not likely to go unnoticed for long.  Soon enough another small figure ambles towards him.  She pauses a short distance off to the side and offers a tentative greeting.  The wispy tones of the filly seem to register as little more than background noise to Patrick at first.  He grunts in acknowledgement but it is clear that this is a trained response for he does not pull his gaze away from the search for answers in his surroundings... at least not immediately.

Bones must be moved, but rolling them one by one will take forever.  Sticks are a fine base for a thing to move a collection of bones all at once but sticks alone will not be enough.  How to make the sticks "stick"...

I am finding nothing of use in my unfocused glances at the trees and bushes surrounding me.  I am seconds away from removing my pretty, pretty shiny necklace and using that to tie up at least one end when a sound interrupts me.  It is a small and fleeting sound, so small that I pay it little heed at first still intent on my problem.  It is just big enough to nag at me though and then, suddenly I realize it is nagging because it is familiar.

The boy looks up quickly, blinking in confusion. Then his ears flick forward as a look of recognition enters his blue eyes.

"Oh, Ko!"

That exclamation is filled with honest glee and he steps around his mess of a contraption offering his muzzle to his twin.

We are rarely seen together and standing here now we are so different that it is unlikely anyone would guess we are twins, or even siblings for that matter.  We do have one thing in common though, we both tend to be loners.  Of course, I am this way because I like to be.  For all I know she is just shy and doesn't actually like to be a loner.  In any case the not being seen together bit is not entirely intentional, it just sort of happens.  Maybe I should try and change that...

Oh, hey! I bet she can think of a way to make my bone-mover work.

With a sudden spark of enthusiasm Patrick points his muzzle at the bone and then the sticks.

"Look Ko, big bone, see?  Roll too slow, sticks maybe help but..."

Here he pauses, walks back to his sticks and kicks one to illustrate the problem.  Then he glances at his sister again head tilted hopefully to the side.

"Idea?"

At this point another, extended interruption descends on the pair.  This interruption comes first in the form of a wolf, then in the form of a father, then a dragon and then a stranger mare.  The boy peers down at the wagging canine...

"'lo Izzy!"

She is off again before he has even half finished that greeting though.  Ilios's voice claims the scene then and Patrick flinches guiltily.  Maybe he is anticipating punishment for being found away from home alone... again.  Still, he turns his face bravely to his father.

"'lo Pop."

All he finds there are smiles and encouraging suggestions though.  Then comes the dragon...

"Oooo... dragon, dragon, dragon! Look Ko, look!"

The earthy-brown form does not simply fly overhead and disappear as the boy may have been expecting.  Instead the fascinating, scaled, leather-winged creature spirals in and lands right between the two foals.  This leaves the colt gaping for maybe a whole minute before the lure of his project, for which he suddenly has more help then he could possibly have hoped for, grabs him again.

"Vines huh?  K, try."

He nods at the large winged stallion, casts a questioning glance at the two-toned mare behind him and is then distracted once more by the return of Isabella with a fine gathering of vines.

"Good Izzy! K, need paws now and... claws... and hooves and teeth."

The last three body parts are mentioned with a thoughtful look at both dragon and sister.  He grabs the end of one vine and flings his head to toss it towards Kolr.  Then he loosens the other end from the pile and drops it at his own feet.

"Ko... you, me, pull vine tight, put straight by sticks, hold down.  Dragon hook with claws, Izzy push with paws.  Vine over stick, under stick, over stick, under stick... then back other way, K?"

Apparently pleased with his plan, though it still leaves the question of how to tie everything together at the end, he reaches down to snatch his end of the vine in his teeth then waits to see if the others will take the suggested positions.